Mary Josepha sighs

Mary Josepha still tasted the fruity flavor of the strange drink in her mouth. She burped unintentionally and the naughty sound made her giggle. She hastily cupped a hand over her mouth.

She didn't quite understand why she thought it was funny. But somehow she found it difficult to take anything seriously. Everything seemed nonsensical and trivial to her. She felt carefree and light. Inescapable rules and certainties, which had previously been the stable guard rails of her life, seemed unimportant to her on a second thought, rather like non-binding recommendations.

The most important thing at that moment was to get rid of the unpleasant, damp clothes and do something about that annoying itch.

In an instant, the thin undershirt, her last item of clothing, was pulled over her head and hung on the hook next to her other clothes. Finally, she felt liberated and completely carefree. Relieved, she exhaled deeply and stretched her arms wide.

The cool air brushed against her sweaty, naked body. She shivered and goose bumps ran from her legs over her torso and up her arms to the back of her neck, making her scalp tingle. Her nipples perked up involuntarily. They stood out like ripe cherries against the snow-white skin of her plump breasts, which had hardly seen a ray of sunshine for years.

Mary Josepha could not avoid addressing an increasingly pressing problem. The sweat that had seeped into her pubic hair had irritated the delicate skin underneath beyond all bounds. An almost unbearable burning and biting sensation was spreading through the sensitive region.

Slowly, she slid a hand into her lap, curled her fingers, put her fingernails to it - and scratched.

Ah!

What a relief. She worked extensively on the itchy areas and sighed with satisfaction as her suffering was alleviated. And not only that. The more she rubbed and massaged down there, the more pleasant the feeling became.

She vaguely remembered a time, many years ago, when she was not yet subject to the strict rules of the order. Back then, she certainly had sought the pleasure that caressing this forbidden area had promised. In the convent and later in her role as novice mistress, this had of course become unthinkable.

But here and now, what was to stop her? Once again, the sweet soda popped up and tickled her nose. A mischievous grin came over her. To hell with the rules and prohibitions! She was alone, the door was locked, the room had no windows, no one could watch her or even keep her from it.

Her fingers searched and, to her surprise, found a slippery wetness that was not the result of her getting hot. She felt soft, swollen lips that willingly let in the cheeky digit.

AAAH!

Her groan grew louder. Instincts that she had thought forgotten took over.